We've seen how Akira has discovered his feelings. Now, let's take a look into the life of Shindou Hikaru, and see what magical adventures he'll get into today…
Have fun, everybody! Remember, buy two lemonades and get the fourth… FREE!!!
"Hikaru! Hikaru!"
The two-toned boy spun around. Who was that calling him? Was it… Sai? No, it sounded like a frog…
"Hikaru! Hikaru!"
Sure enough, it was. A talking frog!? Hmm… he thought, this must be a dream…
The frog croaked again, "Hikaru! What are you doing? Get me a salad… mixed with apple seeds!!!"
Blinking a few times, wondering what he should do, he decided that, because this was a dream, there was no harm in fulfilling the frogs wishes. After all, he didn't want to anger the little green thing and have this turn into a crazy nightmare.
The only problem, however, was that he didn't know where one would go to acquire a salad mixed with apple seeds. So he asked, "Uh, where am I supposed to get a salad mixed with apple seeds?"
Raising a slimy limb, the frog smacked himself in the head, and yelled, "You aren't getting me no confounded store bought salad! Make it yourself, you lazy bum!!!"
"But I don't know where to get the ingredients!"
The frog, again, raised his slippery arm, but then recalled that last time he hit himself in the head it hurt, so he put it down and said, "Go and look in the seating department!"
Again, Hikaru batted his eyes in confusion. "The seating department…?"
Now, the frog had lost his temper, and shrieked, "NEVER MIND! I'LL DO IT MYSELF!"
Well, that was a relief. Shindou sighed, murmured, 'whew' and began to walk away, when the frog yelled, "Hey! Where do you think you're going!? You know the punishment for disobeying me!"
Great. Punishment. That was exactly what the boy wanted to hear.
"Now, off to the torture chamber OF ROOFS!"
Before Hikaru could say anything, he was dragged away by three Amazonian women chanting, "The light and the park and the wind and the cow and the lion and the-"
You get the picture.
It had not been long until the three large women threw him into a dank, musty pit. Little rats scurried about, and there appeared to be a skeleton chained to the wall on his right, which inquired, "What are ya in for?"
Shindou groaned. This was going to be a long dream, all right. He picked up a rock and began to idly toss it around between his hands, but soon found it to be quite boring, and threw it into the pool of darkness before him. When he heard…
"Ow!"
He recognized that voice. Hastily, he stood up and said, "Touya?"
Sure enough, Akira emerged. Upon seeing Shindou, though, he seemed to have lost control. Akira ran up, and practically dove into Shindou, hugging him tightly.
"T-Touya!?" the now flustered Hikaru spattered from their position on the floor, trying to escape his cell-mate's grip as he heard the skeleton snickering from behind.
Beaming, Touya and clasped Hikaru, and said, "I'm so glad you're here, Hikaru-baby! But… why are you calling me Touya now…? Why aren't you calling me 'Akira-sugar' anymore…?"
"Hi… Hikaru-baby!? AKIRA-SUGAR!?" he screamed, his face now redder than scarlet or crimson. Which, I suppose, must have made it a new shade of red.
To continue…
Even though this was a dream, Hikaru was weirded out beyond all reason. Not to mention that the skeleton's snickering was becoming frustrating. When Shindou was just about to push Touya off him, he heard something… horns?
Gasping, Touya bolted up, and said, "Hikaru-baby! Listen!"
"So what?" Hikaru retorted, and then quickly added in, "AND STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!!"
"We need to go!" The other boy yelled, grabbing Hikaru and pulling him up, "It's time for our trial!"
This was definitely one of the weirdest dreams Hikaru had ever had. Nevertheless, before he had time to think aloud, Touya was dragging him out of the pit… somehow. They both walked into a square, where people were gathered around, all holding bags of dead seahorses. Sitting at the podium was a banana, sporting a red blazer.
"Oh townsfolk of Northland," he began, "These two here have both allegedly committed crimes, and must be tried!!! You first!" He pointed to Touya, who walked up to the stand.
Brushing his hair out of his face, which Hikaru thought to be rather pretty, (then he, of course, scolding himself for thinking so) began to speak…
"I was walking along the road, picking snuggle-berries for Hikaru-baby…" he pointed to Shindou, who went red again, "And I saw a caribou wearing a necktie! I was frightened because I didn't want him to steal my snuggle-berries, so I hit him with… a fiddle!"
The crowd gasped in shock.
"But…" Akira continued, "It was made out of cherry wood, not pine."
The crowd sighed in relief. Conversely, the judge did not seem impressed. He began to speak, "No matter the wood, you have still committed the felony of attacking a necktie wearing citizen with a fiddle!"
Still calm, Touya spoke in defense, "But today is sandwich day. Everyone knows you can attack necktie-wearing citizens with fiddles on sandwich day. And, it was an act of self-defense. If he stole my snuggle-berries, how would Hikaru-baby and I make candles and kissy-muffins for the feast of St. Bonsai?"
Contemplating for a few seconds, the judge banged his mallet. "This court finds you innocent! Next!"
Hikaru walked up to the stand, and attempted to ignore Touya winking at him. "Well," he started, "I was just standing there, and then there was this frog… and he told me to make him a salad mixed with apple seeds. But I-"
"That's enough!" the judge screamed, "It's already half past 45! I'm late for my appointment with the jingle-doctor of Yorkshire! I find you… GUILTY! Proceed with the sea-horsing!"
The people around them all pulled out a few seahorses from their bags, and aimed at Hikaru. He, though, had no idea what was going on, so he asked Akira, "Um… what's a 'sea-horsing'?"
With a very serious face, Touya yelled, "They are going to throw sea-horses at you're knees!!! We've got to get out of here!"
"Is that all? I'm sure that won't hurt," said Shindou, rolling his eyes. Touya, however, knew better. If you're knees smell like seahorses in Northland, the magical kismet-cactus would cut all of you're hair… he quickly grabbed 'Hikaru-baby's' hand, and began to drag him away.
Now the two were in the middle of the woods, totally exasperated from the run. As if things couldn't get any weirder for Hikaru, Akira had now fallen asleep in his lap.
Okay. This was awkward. It wasn't awkward because Touya, his sworn eternal rival, and fellow male, was happily snuggled on his lap. It was awkward because Hikaru actually liked the feeling, to a disturbing extent.
To save his own reason, and perhaps his own straightness, Hikaru forced himself to wake up.
Shooting upright, covered in a thin coating of sweat, or perhaps carrot juice, Hikaru stared at his ceiling. That… was a little more than weird. Oh, it doesn't matter! He assured himself. I'm sure everybody gets those kinds of dreams now and then.
He was just going to go back to bed, and forget about the warm, special, fuzzy, happy, snuggly, melty feeling. Lying back down, he rolled to his side, and then to his other side, and then to his other side, which was actually the first side he rolled to, mind you.
There was no way he was getting back to sleep. He missed the warm, special, fuzzy, happy, snuggly, melty feeling. He cursed himself for waking up.
Then about two seconds later he apologized to himself, seeing as how they're nuzzling would probably come to a halt due to a flying horse crashing into them.
He hugged his pillow secretly pretending it was Touya. The-
Wait a minute. Was he secretly pretending his pillow was Touya!? He sat up with widened eyes and yelled, "Oh, that's it! I'm going insane! I need to do something else…"
Standing up, and wobbling a little, he walked downstairs into the kitchen and opened the pantry. He randomly pulled out a box of muffins, and smiled. The kissy-muffins… he chuckled in his mind.
Then he screamed, launching the box of baked-doom at the wall.
"NO! NO! THEY'RE NOT TOUYA'S KISSY-MUFFINS!!!"
Like Touya Akiko, Mrs. Shindou also worried for her son's mental health at times. She wondered if waking up in the middle of the night and screaming about 'kissy-muffins' was a good sign.
Since it was 1:54 in the morning, though, she decidedly ignored it and fell back asleep.
Okay, it seemed that eating wasn't going to help. Maybe was would watch some TV. After glaring at the kissy-muffins, he made his way into the living room, where he plopped down on the couch and flicked on the television.
All that was on was some show called "Angsty Clam Junior High"
And there was no way he was watching that.
Pressing the 'power' button on the remote, Hikaru sighed and stared out the window. What to do, what to do? He didn't want to go back to sleep, for fear that he may have another huggle-infested dream, he didn't want to eat the kissy muffins, and he didn't want to watch the show about clams (for obvious reasons).
Nonetheless, of his choices, the show about clams seemed to be least gay.
… well, technically, it was the most gay. But, because it did not involve thoughts of him and Touya cuddling, it would work for now. He switched the power back on.
A few minutes later, his face as pale as a chalk-covered albino house martin caught in a bootlace, he quickly shut off the TV. That was possibly… the most stupid, most confusing, and not to mention most frightening thing he'd seen in his young, Go-playing life.
Actually, if he thought about it, many things frightened him. Ochi; the anaconda he thought lived under his bed when he was 4 (truthfully he was still afraid of it); robot overlords…
Then it hit him. The thought of him and Touya together made him feel happy. So why run away from it? He should save his fear for the things in life that are truly terrifying, like rabbits.
He smiled, thinking, Back when we first met, if anyone had told me that I'd be in love with you, Touya… I would have thought they were insane. I guess I'm the insane one now…?
Now that he had overcome that issue, he kind of wanted one of those kissy-muffins. However, because he had thrown them on the ground, his dog was now eating them.
Then he rapidly realized he didn't have a dog, and quickly called animal control.
Closing his eyes, with the veterinarians and the rabies control team flooding into the house, he contentedly fell asleep on the couch, not noticing the giant crow that had just flown into the window, splattering itself on the glass.
Well, not really.
It seems that chapter was shorter than the last one. A pity. No matter, though! I have homework to do!
In addition, thank you for reading chapter two! More to come soon!
Random Guy: There better not be! shakes fist I'm getting tired of this story! IT'S SO DUMB!
